The Empress looked at Wu Qiuyue and said with a faint smile, "Rise, after a thousand years, for you and I, as master and servant, to be reunited—how can such fate be explained with just a single word?"
Wu Qiuyue hadn't expected the Empress to utter such emotional words. For a moment, she felt as if she had mistaken her for someone else, but she quickly recovered and respectfully said to the Empress, "This lowly servant's life was given by the Empress, and even if it costs me ten thousand deaths, I shall not refuse."
"Let's go."
"Yes!"
As the Empress and Wu Qiuyue disappeared into the crowd, the group of sturdy men and beautiful women couldn't help but exchange puzzled glances.
Among them, a richly dressed, brand-clad beauty asked the leading woman, "Madam, where did that dignitary go?"
The leader was also perplexed, as she couldn't understand the Chinese language and could only lead her group back the way they came.
